Argentina and South Korea are fighting to see who gets to be President of Soccer, or whatever. Saxby feels fleeting guilt for not having voted. He decides that tomorrow he will go register, this time for real.

“Hi, where do I sign up for the soccer election?” he asks, tomorrow.

“I think you’re in the wrong place,” says the hassled person behind the veneer counter at the courthouse.

“Sorry,” says Saxby, rolling his eyes, “where do I sign up for the football election.”

They still can’t help him. Damn bureaucracy. Saxby mails Argentina five dollars and an apologetic note.